So it was our last night in Sweden, the last night of tour, and I just started
taking random pictures of beautiful Swedish people, which basically means
just pointing the camera anywhere, because, as you may have already
figured out, everyone in Sweden is beautiful.

See what I mean?
I swear, this is not contrived in any way. This is me, sitting at the front of the stage
watching the opening band, pointing the camera left — click, first picture —
and pointing the camera right — click, above. Good grief.

It ain't just the girls, either. Justin, this is Gösta. He's very nice.

The totally wonderful ten-piece singing-in-Swedish northern soul band Florence Valentins
who wrote down their web site for me which, sadly, doesn't seem to be online.
I'll leave up the link in the hopes it soon will be. God they were fun.

Crazy drunk guys: Take our picture!

Fabulous deejay girls!

Florence Valentins people in the kitchen!

Guy in a Cardinals cap!
(His sister lived in St. Louis.)

Guy in a Twins cap!
(I think they're flipping me off because I kept saying,
"Wait, you guys are brothers? No way!!!")

Time to say good night? Already? But ... but ...

(Det skulle vara lätt för mig att säga jag inte hittar hem men det gör jag, tror jag.)

All good things must come to an end, though. Thank God.
Next stop, California!